02-07-2020, 08:02 AM
Alan then told him the story of the day's events. My journey to college, my encounters with the fourth and fifth years, the Head Master, my journey home and finally, my conversation with John.
"What a dirty litle bitch you are, aren't you?", he said, looking at me with pure lust in his eyes. I hung my head and said nothing. This wasn't good enough for Neil. "I said, you're a dirty little bitch aren't you?", he barked.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"What? Speak up you tart."
"Yes.", I said, "I am a dirty little bitch Neil".
He moved towards me, finally standing just a few inches in front of me. I could feel his hot breath on my face, could smell his body odour. He reached out slowly, almost in slow motion I watched him reach out for my nipples. He grabbed both of them and squeezed. The pain was incredible, and then he stared to twist them. I grabbed his wrists and stood on tip-toe to relieve the pain, but he was far stronger than me and I was reduced to squealing and wimpering, begging him to stop.
"Ask me to smack your fat arse and I might let go"., he yelled.
"Oh, God. Please Neil, please smack my arse. I deserve it. Please Neil. Please smack me."
"And what then you dirty little slag? Tell me why I should spank you red raw?"
My brain was clouded in a fog of pain, but part of me was enjoying my discomfort. I was enjoying this abuse. I craved the punishment Neil was so intent on dispensing.
"You should smack my bare bottom because I'm a rude and dirty girl. I've been rude and naughty all day. I've played with myself in the car on the way to work, I've prick teased a group of innocent young boys and I've shown my knickers to the Head Master. I sucked Alan off in the classroom at lunch time and after he had shagged me this evening, I fingered myself until I came. Then I let him strip me and finger me while I talked to John. I'm a dirty little slag Neil. I'm so sorry. Please punish me, the way I deserve. Please Neil. Make me pay for being so naughty. I deserve it. Please Neil. I'm really sorry, I'll do anything you say to make amends. Oh, please Neil. Please Neil. Please.......
He still had hold of my nipples. I was still on tip-toe. Pain was radiating from my breasts, but heat was emanating from my loins. I wanted to be abused. I was enjoying the pain. I wanted more. Neil was obviously enjoying himself immensely. Without relaxing his grip on my tender nipples he asked, "So what if I do smack your arse as you deserve. What do I get for teaching you a lesson you deserve?"
"Anything," I breathed, really meaning it. "Neil, I would do anything, I promise."
"Is that right?" he said, a menacing look on his face. He gave my nipples an extra twist, making me stand on tip-toes even higher.
"Yes, Oh God, yes. Anything" I said. I was totally in his power, no one else existed, not even Alan. He was twisting my nipples and at the same time pulling me closer to him. We were almost face to face.
"Alan tells me you don't like it up the arse.", he said.
"I, er, well I , er......"
"You'll take it up the shitter any time I say from now on, right? Whether it's me, Alan or anyone else. If I say they can give it to you up the arse, that's good enough, right?"
"What a dirty litle bitch you are, aren't you?", he said, looking at me with pure lust in his eyes. I hung my head and said nothing. This wasn't good enough for Neil. "I said, you're a dirty little bitch aren't you?", he barked.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"What? Speak up you tart."
"Yes.", I said, "I am a dirty little bitch Neil".
He moved towards me, finally standing just a few inches in front of me. I could feel his hot breath on my face, could smell his body odour. He reached out slowly, almost in slow motion I watched him reach out for my nipples. He grabbed both of them and squeezed. The pain was incredible, and then he stared to twist them. I grabbed his wrists and stood on tip-toe to relieve the pain, but he was far stronger than me and I was reduced to squealing and wimpering, begging him to stop.
"Ask me to smack your fat arse and I might let go"., he yelled.
"Oh, God. Please Neil, please smack my arse. I deserve it. Please Neil. Please smack me."
"And what then you dirty little slag? Tell me why I should spank you red raw?"
My brain was clouded in a fog of pain, but part of me was enjoying my discomfort. I was enjoying this abuse. I craved the punishment Neil was so intent on dispensing.
"You should smack my bare bottom because I'm a rude and dirty girl. I've been rude and naughty all day. I've played with myself in the car on the way to work, I've prick teased a group of innocent young boys and I've shown my knickers to the Head Master. I sucked Alan off in the classroom at lunch time and after he had shagged me this evening, I fingered myself until I came. Then I let him strip me and finger me while I talked to John. I'm a dirty little slag Neil. I'm so sorry. Please punish me, the way I deserve. Please Neil. Make me pay for being so naughty. I deserve it. Please Neil. I'm really sorry, I'll do anything you say to make amends. Oh, please Neil. Please Neil. Please.......
He still had hold of my nipples. I was still on tip-toe. Pain was radiating from my breasts, but heat was emanating from my loins. I wanted to be abused. I was enjoying the pain. I wanted more. Neil was obviously enjoying himself immensely. Without relaxing his grip on my tender nipples he asked, "So what if I do smack your arse as you deserve. What do I get for teaching you a lesson you deserve?"
"Anything," I breathed, really meaning it. "Neil, I would do anything, I promise."
"Is that right?" he said, a menacing look on his face. He gave my nipples an extra twist, making me stand on tip-toes even higher.
"Yes, Oh God, yes. Anything" I said. I was totally in his power, no one else existed, not even Alan. He was twisting my nipples and at the same time pulling me closer to him. We were almost face to face.
"Alan tells me you don't like it up the arse.", he said.
"I, er, well I , er......"
"You'll take it up the shitter any time I say from now on, right? Whether it's me, Alan or anyone else. If I say they can give it to you up the arse, that's good enough, right?"
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